The night flight cabin was dimly lit, illuminated only by a few non-glaring night lights.
Purple Summers and Alexander Summers’s seats were side by side, covered with blankets, and beneath the blankets, their hands were interlocked.
Alexander’s large hand was very warm, the warmth flowing like it could stream from their clasped palms all the way to her heart.
She looked up at the man beside her, his eyes closed, lips slightly pursed, his handsome profile veiled in a layer of golden mist under the dim warm light, tender and serene, neither cold nor sinister, only gentle.
Purple tried to think the best of Alexander, despite his unseemly behavior and frequent bullying of her, he was mostly very gentle.
Alexander seemed to sense her gaze and opened his eyes.
Her reflection was in his pupils, and a smile immediately appeared in his eyes as he asked, “Can’t sleep?”
Purple felt a bit embarrassed to look at him, burying her face in the blanket, with only her bright, spirited eyes showing, her eyelashes fluttering playfully.
Alexander’s breath caught for a moment; he wanted to kiss her again.
“How much longer until we arrive?” Purple asked softly.
“About two more hours,” Alexander replied.
He lifted the armrest between the seats, removing any barrier between them, then pulled Purple closer to lean against him.
Purple snuggled into his embrace and, within moments, fell sound asleep, secure and stable.
Her breathing was steady and prolonged, her cheeks white tinged with pink, her eyebrows relaxed. Asleep, she looked like an innocent and simple child, free of worries, irresistibly endearing with her charming naivety.
Alexander adjusted their posture slightly, making sure she was comfortable.
He felt a bit smug inside.
Whenever Purple was by his side, she could sleep so soundly, which was a silent but rewarding praise to him.
Alexander curved his index finger, gently tracing Purple’s soft cheek and delicate features. This was his little woman; she had grown up a bit, and her smile now carried the charm of a woman mixed with a girl’s innocence and shyness, a deadly allure he couldn’t resist.
A surge of affection blossomed in his chest; he felt like he loved her even more.
The plane landed at Pearlpoint City Airport.
Pearlpoint City, located in the southernmost part of Huaya Country, was a bustling and prosperous metropolis surrounded by numerous small islands. To fully exploit the economic value of tourism, this area’s islands retained their pristine beauty quite exceptionally well.
After deplaning, they switched to a car and headed for the seaport.
Along the way, the lights were dazzling, the night scene was vibrant, with rows of bright red lanterns winding their way down the streets, numerous tourists, and many foreigners present.
Even the usually reserved Atra Blanc could not help but exclaim, “This place is so lively!”
“Pearlpoint City is also known as the city that never sleeps,” Alexander said with a smile.
Purple turned to look at him, her lips involuntarily curving into a slight smile.
Pearlpoint City wasn’t always so prosperous; its main income came from the fishing industry and ship transport. But then the Howard Family opened a casino here, and gradually, various entertainment venues began to spring up throughout Pearlpoint City. In just a few years, it had developed into the thriving scene seen today.
Many a mayor and governor longed for the Howard Family to choose their territory because wherever the Howard Family reached, the local economy would flourish, and officials’ achievements would soar accordingly.
The title of being the foremost among the four great families was well earned.
Today, after the exhausting journey, shopping would wait for tomorrow, not to mention the need to settle Cleo and Tiny.
The group arrived at the seaport and again switched transportation, boarding a yacht.
The sea breeze was cool and moist, lacking the frigid bite of winter. Purple had already shed her cumbersome winter clothes, squinting as she enjoyed the comfort of the seaside.
Alexander pointed out, “That’s our island over there.”